Rachael MacDonald
Bio
Avid Reader, Sometimes Poet, Occasional Writer, and searcher of truths often lost in the breaths between candy-coated lies.
Stories (76/0)
A Fate that Burns
“I’m hungry.” “Me too.” “Are we there yet?” “Can we stop at the next gas station? I have to pee.” It seemed mid-day had arrived with its usual fanfare as the Gladwell’s car continued to roll down the one-lane highway. Its brown wooden exterior absorbing the sweltering heat, as sweat broke out on its passenger’s skin like drops of morning dew. Long stretches of road opened up, the wind dancing amongst the heat waves, melding together in perfect tango.
By Rachael MacDonald8 months ago in Fiction
It Wasn't Me
One thing you need to know about me is this, I never lie. With me, you get the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth, so help me, well I don’t believe in God, but you get the idea. Whether you like it or not. No weaselly denials from this guy. No sugar coating or lying to save your pretty little feelings. Want someone to make you feel better? Comfort you with the lies you tell yourself so you can sleep soundly at night? Find some other sad schlep. I got integrity. I have balls. I have the right to tell this story. And this story, my story, is a story of murder.
By Rachael MacDonald8 months ago in Chapters
- Top Story - August 2023
When Winds Change
There was something different about today. Jeremiah could smell it on the wind. Its buttery soft warmth floating in cascading swirls. Warm but also clean as morning dew, rising like glittering smoke, up, up, up, into his tower tossing his golden locks playfully. It smelled fresh, the promise of an adventure tickling at his nose, he breathed deeply. From his window, Jeremiah’s whole world consisted of that which he could see. From the golden meadow down below painted with a rainbow of wildflowers to the trickling clear stream around the tower’s base, to the misty mountains in the distance, it was his, and this was his golden hour. When dawn breaks and the world yawns in sleepy contentedness, rubbing its eyes at a glorious dream, it stretches and breathes. Deep in his core, Jeremiah knew with perfect certainty as if it was something he had always known. He was ready. Today was the day he told himself. Today, I will leave this tower and my life will finally begin.
By Rachael MacDonald9 months ago in Fiction
The naming of our Sun
Before time was known and human life sprouted, before the warmth of the universe radiated amongst the stars; there, in the darkness, dwelt a lonely God. Amid clouds of dust and decay, broken and alone, he drifted. Silence surrounded, echoing into the nothingness of the void he waited. For a thousand years, he stood in that deepest black searching for the light.
By Rachael MacDonald9 months ago in Fiction
The Cycle of the New Gods
When the lightning came, the Earth visually shook. Darkness evaporated in a flash and Mexibim surveyed the landscape with callus eyes. The brown dirt caught in a forceful wind, blowing plumes of grit across the valley floor. Mexibim saw only ugliness.
By Rachael MacDonald11 months ago in Fiction